"Oh, they'll hold all right! What's the next thing to do?" said Jane, who was tired of bothering with tents.
Miss Miller looked at her watch. "It's only ten o'clock and you girls have been up since five. Maybe you'd like to walk to the house for a piece-meal?"
"Would we? Well, I just guess there'll be no dissenting voice on that proposition!" laughed Hilda.
"I must confess, my appetite says it must be nearly supper time," added Jane.
Without further ado, the Clan started for the house to pacify a gnawing that interfered with work or play. On the steps of the front porch, a veritable feast was soon enjoyed. Although it consisted of bread and jam sandwiches, with water as a stimulant, never did the five girls taste anything so delicious. When all the delectable bread and crumbs disappeared, sighs came from five hearts.
"Dear, why is it that good things never last half long enough!" wondered Zan, aloud.
While the others laughed, Miss Miller arose from the floor where she had been sitting, and walked out to the grass at the side of the house.
"What do you see, Miss Miller?" called Elena.
"I thought we might have a little visit in the garden. We will like some edibles at camp to-night, and the garden is so near, we may as well see what we can find."
The girls eagerly assented to the plan and were soon on the path leading to the garden, pails and baskets swinging as they went. They were passing a patch of early potatoes when the Guide called their attention to the humble vegetable.